Killa Kellz - Wolfpack [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Killa Kellz]
I'm a Boss, tell me what you know about that?
I can make it rain a couple of racks
When we be, VIP in the back
Sipping on a whole lotta yak
We some wolves, don't you get yo' ass whacked
Fuckin' around with my pack
We bout that, a mothafucker that not lack
30 Shots in my Gat!

We some wolves, don't you fuck around with my pack [x3]
We some wolves, don't you fuck around and get whacked

[Verse 1: Killa Kellz]
Bitch I'm the man I got hypes
Bet I'll kill you for a gram, in my shirt
They shootin' out them vans, niggas dodge
Or get your bitch ass rammed
I'm a boss, I don't know what the fuck you thought?
Shawty I can get you lost
Fuck the cops, they no money and shit
I'll get you killed for a brick
From the price
Hang it up with ya bitch
Fuck and leave in a ditch
Real nigga shit
All my niggas do hits
We don't give a fuck about shit ( forreal )
?
Rush a mothafucker like Blitz
Hit a nigga all in his shits ( boom boom boom boom boom )
? Spin his ass round like a disc
Bullets coming straight to they lips
Get his ass kicked, I don't give a fuck about nothin'
Me and my niggas we stunnin'
Niggas drillin' me and my niggas we drummin'
Bitch in my name we comin' !

[Hook: Killa Kellz]
I'm a Boss, tell me what you know about that?
I can make it rain a couple of racks
When we be, VIP in the back
Sipping on a whole lotta yak
We some wolves, don't you get yo' ass whacked
Fuckin' around with my pack
We bout that, a mothafucker that not lack
30 Shots in my Gat!

We some wolves, don't you fuck around with my pack [x3]
We some wolves, don't you fuck around and get whacked


[Verse2: Killa Kellz]
Shit is real
This shit ain't a joke playin' in the field
And get your bitch ass smoked, my niggas kill
My niggas straight cutthroats we gettin' money ( mula )
These niggas out here broke!
We some wolves, so we travel in packs
? we always strapped, and we gonn' clap
Niggas ain't fun in your back
Run upon that bitch like a rat
Yeah we attack
Niggas hoppin' out with macs
?
Leave a nigga brain in a sack
Find his ass dead on a track
We bout that
Me and my niggas don't lack
30 shots in my strap
Like Black Cats
Yeah we eatin' gettin' fat
Sittin at a table in a trap
We got stacks!
Bitch talkin' racks on racks
But I'm always strapped
?
She gonn' go blow on dicks
While straight blowin' tracks

[Hook: Killa Kellz]
I'm a Boss, tell me what you know about that?
I can make it rain a couple of racks
When we be, VIP in the back
Sipping on a whole lotta yak
We some wolves, don't you get yo' ass whacked
Fuckin' around with my pack
We bout that, a mothafucker that not lack
30 Shots in my Gat!

We some wolves, don't you fuck around with my pack [x3]
We some wolves, don't you fuck around and get whacked